Rob has gone to see his honeys, thousands of them. The honeybees, hunkered together on the cathedral’s roof, might give him a sign. Otherwise we are not certain the hive thrives. He’s learned after years of losing colonies during the winter not to open the hive. It’s tempting to break the interior beeswax seals to peek in. Instead Rob bought a stethoscope so we might listen in from the outside. But wait, is that the hum of bees? Or the freeway below? Regardless, have faith! The bee doctor is in. Together we will hope and wait.
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What a wonderful image of hopeful waiting! And the stethoscope represents ingenious patience.
Yes, Patience is my husband’s middle name. Me, not so much.